Like a picture in a book,   peaceful is your look,   quietly walk your way,   duty fills the day   tears nor fierce delights,   day nor tossing nights   and you're troubled dreams confess   something more or less      the weeks are on the wing, years are brief and love a thing,   blooming and fading like a flower      When the night has come,   with its quiet group at home   broider, knit or sew   chat in voices low   suddenly lift your eyes   honest look and wise   But I cannot read their lore   tell me less or tell me more      the weeks are on the wing, years are brief and love a thing,   blooming and fading like a flower   Seize the little hour, what tomorrow may befall,   love me more or not at all      u don't have to worry about me,   think of me   or feel for me   I'm gonna keep my money safe   stacked safely under the floorboard   save every penny earned   I'm keeping my money safe